Jarica || Write This Down
Jaime had awoken bright and early on Wednesday, ready to hit the road with her sister to get to Seabrook. All of her friends - and her apparently destroyed school - were there and though she still didn’t remember everyone, she knew that she needed to be there to jog her memory. Plus, she really wanted to make sure Nico was okay. She hadn’t heard much about him and that scared her.
The car ride up was spent discussing various people she’d noted on tumblr, and the way she tried to put the pieces together to remember them was hard to watch sometimes. But as Jaime began to talk about the woman she had remet - a Domme named Erica Wright (god why did that sound familiar?) - something in her just clicked. The more she talked, the more details came out and the wide-eyed look her sister had given her proved to Jaime that she had said far more about the woman than had been told to her on tumblr.
“Oh my god.” She breathed, her own expression mimicking that of her twin sisters. “Oh my god, Erica! God, how could I forget her?!”
After a moment of stunned silence, a further realization washed over her. “Nessa... what day is it?”
The other woman gave Jai a tiny smile, worry creeping into her eyes as she regarded her sister for the briefest of moments. “... Valentine’s Day.”
“OH MY GOD!” Jaime shrieked, grabbing her sister’s phone so she could start scouring through the internet searching for what she needed. “Can we make a few stops before the hospital?!”
“Of course, Jai.”
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Two hours later, Janessa helped Jaime carry her gifts up to the room they’d been told was Erica’s. Jaime hobbled along beside her sister with the help of the crutches she’d earned from her broken foot. The butterflies in her stomach danced around as she paused outside of the Domme’s hospital door, a wave of nervous energy rushing over her. What if Erica didn’t remember, even though she did?
“It’s okay, Jai.” Janessa spoke softly, encouraging her sister, who in turned knocked on the door before poking her head in.
“Miss Erica?” Jaime offered a bright, though nervous, smile. “It’s... It’s me, Jaime. Can I come in?”